The Sounds Of Sacrifice Now Silent Poem by Gary Bernard

So many left their homes, To England's shores, new lands to face. Never ventured far from their hometown's sight, Until 1939, when they joined the fight.
They marched to war with songs and cheers, Young minds on duty bent, Hearts full of love for family, Souls in faith, content.
Fit bodies ready for the fight, Unaware the enemy shared their conviction's plight. As battle raged, they learned the truths, Only warriors must endure and keep hidden away forever.
Battles fought on foreign lands, Shadows weave in haunted dreams, Cobblestones echo silent screams. In our minds, the fears unwind, But through the dark, a light redeems.
Homeless souls, distant cries, Fallen bodies, whispered goodbyes. Through the pain, we find our way, Hope's fragile light guides us each day.
Across those faraway lands, War's grip tightens, heartbreaks unfold, Too far away, yet the pain feels near— In every heart, there lives a tear.
Innocents caught in war's cruel plight, Lost to the darkness, out of sight. Millions perished, hearts torn asunder, Their sacrifice, a silent thunder.
We read the news; we see the screens, But can we grasp what it truly means? In every battle, every fight, Countless lives are lost in the night.
So we remember, hold them close, The human spirit through highs and lows. For every soldier, for every soul, Deserves our care to make them whole.
The weight of the world on weary shoulders, Feeling helpless as the darkness smolders. Yet in our hearts, we carry the flame, A whisper of hope in the midst of pain.
After the service on November's chill day, We walk away, thoughts in disarray. Our burdens ease, but still for others, Our concerns never cease.
In our thoughts, all soldiers from every nation, Standing shoulder to shoulder in their dedication. Remembering each, for their sacrifice, Humanity lost, an everlasting price.
We do our best to honour them all— Those who stood, those who fell. With reverence, we honour their story, Lest we forget their pain and glory.
Wars are the ugly stains on humanity's soul, Ideologies clash, the toll is lives torn apart— In every soldier, beats a human heart.
We remember fathers and mothers who served in WWII, Their youth taken, forever altered by war's hue. Saved by comrades, in battle's fierce land, Their bonds, unspoken, but forever grand. In every soldier, beats a human heart, Wars left behind, a world apart.
Amidst the chaos, love found its way, These soldiers and their spouses, Their unions, beacons in the fray, Tales of hope that forever will abide.
Yet through remembrance, we light our way, Honouring the silent sounds of sacrifice each day. As we reflect, we feel their silent voices, And carry their stories close, ensuring their sacrifices are never forgotten.